- (soft music) - My mother was...
My mother was...
It's hard to find the words.
She'd have had just the right ones.
She had a word for everything.
I'm sure those of you who knew her
in her official capacity as Judge Rachel Horowitz
would agree with that. (laughter)
She was dignity and integrity personified.
(thunder rumbling)
She always demanded the best in people...
...because it's what she demanded of herself.
But above all else...
...she was honest.
She used to say, "There's nothing more important
in life than the truth."
Sarah, it's your mother.
Well, was your mother, if you're listening to this.
I think the only way I knew how to love you was to protect you,
but there's something I need to tell you.
It's about your father.
He wasn't actually...
What the fu...
(rhythmic music)
- (gasps) - What the fuck?!
Good. Thought you were dead.
Check out was nearly three hours ago.
- Fuck! - It's your lucky day.
The guy next door shit the bed,
so you have a few minutes to get your life together. Okay?
(groaning)
(phone chiming)
(rhythmic music playing)
That will be 322 Euro. (phone ringing)
My husband must have left a card.
- This is ridiculous. - No, no card was left.
Well, that's... great.
So, here's the two euros.
So let's do 89 on this card,
55 on this one and then,
I guess, that's 176 on this baby.
While you're putting that through, would you mind charging my phone?
Yes, I would mind.
(rhythmic music)
(pilot): Well, folks, welcome to Dublin
where the local time is 2:18 p.m.
Safe onward journey from the flight deck.
Is there anger here towards Canada because
we are part of the Commonwealth?
Like, the Queen is on our money, so...
I've always had this kind of affinity with Irish culture.
I saw Riverdance nine times growing up.
I mean, I had a U2 cover band at my bat mitzvah.
Well, I went through this phase
of just wanting to be Andrea Corr, you know?
Just, I wanted to be her. James Molloy.
I love the name. You know, it's got a really good ring to it.
So Irish, like James Joyce.
(ding-dong!)
Oh, hi! Are you Sheryl?
How much did that cost ya?
Hi, I'm Sarah, James Molloy's daughter.
There's a bus that stops at the end of the road there.
Oh! Yeah, you mentioned that in your email.
Thank you so much. No, I was afraid of getting lost.
Well, you never mentioned you were rich.
Oh! Oh, no I'm not.
Public transport isn't really my forte.
You're a lot thinner in your pictures.
Oh. Sorry.
Well, those were old photos, I guess.
Ah. Time is a cruel mistress.
That's Thomas Carey.
(phone ringing)
(sighing)
Eddie! It's my birthday!
I'm outside the flat.
You better have my fuckin' money.
Yes. I do. I have it! Almost.
Uh, listen, I'm gettin' paid tomorrow
and I get some birthday cash today.
Can you just... (phone shutting down)
(sighing) Fuck.
(sighing)
Well, I knew he got about.
I just didn't think his little swimmers
made it all the way to America.
- Canada. - Ah, right.
That was a bit of a shock.
And you're a Jew.
- Pardon? - Horowitz.
- You're a Jew. - Yes.
Ah! Sing us something Jewish then?
- Excuse me? - Oh, go on!
Sing us something Jewish.
Well, I mean, I don't really speak any Hebrew.
Ah, come on, now, love!
Earn your tea.
Sorry. Um...
I, uh...
(chuckling nervously)
♪ Baruch Ata Adunai ♪
♪ Elohanu melach ha olum ♪
- Did ya hear that, Deryl? - I did, Sheryl.
Oh is... is there someone else here?
Oh, it's just Deryl, the other half.
I won't say better half. Let's put it that way.
(chuckling forcefully)
How long ago did you and my father...
I mean, James...
How long ago did you get divorced?
I like that Barbara Streisand. She's a Jew.
Yeah.
She is.
(pop music playing)
(slurping sound)
(slurping)
Oh.
And that'd be your Auntie June.
- Dead. Emphysema. - Oh, God.
Well, how old was she when she died?
Oh, and here's your Uncle Tom.
He tried to feel me up in a pub toilet once.
Pervert. Also dead.
- Heroin. - Oh, God!
Do you know, I've never understood it.
I mean, with your pills, you have your count.
And with your booze, you have your measure.
But, with that stuff,
you don't know what you're putting in there.
Oh, no, thank you. It's still the morning for me.
Sure, it's medicinal.
- Oh, and there's me. - Oh!
Look at the pair of legs on me.
Sure, I was quite the looker, ya know.
Great legs! Before I lost my health.
Oh, it was hard, you know, with the cancer.
I'm lucky to be alive. In the blood, so it was.
Very rare form of cancer.
And then there was the shingles and glandular fever, twice.
People don't get glandular fever twice, but I did.
In 1999 and 2003.
Okay.
And then... (sighing)
There was the menopause.
Oh! There he is.
That's him there.
Sure, will you look at the coat he had on him.
That's my father.
Oh, and that there is my Suzi.
Ah, she's looking a bit rough around the edges these days,
but looking at you now, I see the resemblance.
- You're sisters all right. - What?!
Ya's both got Jimmy's big jaw.
I have a sister?
And that there is my princess.
Gone but not forgotten.
Hit by a car.
Took me three days to scrub her off the pavement.
Sorry, can you slow down? So, so, so, so wait!
So, so... I have a sister? Your daughter is my sister?
You never said... (ding-dong!)
Oh! That'd be her now!
- What?! - Oh! Sure!
She'll be delighted to meet ya.
Oh, God! No, I don't want to intrude.
Deryl, will you set another place for dinner?
We have a very special guest.
A Jew. From America.
I don't want to intrude.
Oh, you'll be late to your own funeral, do you know that?
Happy birthday to you, too.
Mother of God! The smell of drink off ya.
They threw a party for me last night.
Who did? The Jameson factory?
Oh, you only turn 37 once.
Oh, is that all? You look older.
- They're your genes. - Yeah, stop it.
Now, Suzi, this is our guest of honour, Sarah.
I... Ow!
Hi!
Hello.
Hi...
Well, she's clumsy.
Youse have that in common.
- Are you from the church? - God, no. I...
Well, I met your mother online.
Oh, lovely.
- (champagne bottle popping) - Woo-hoo!
Right, now, who's for champagne?
Sarah, you sit there, love.
Okay.
Jesus! Pushing the boat out, Sheryl.
Oh, I love the bubbles.
Right, Deryl.
- To my Suzi!
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Oh, happy birthday!
Thanks.
All right.
Got the hat.
Oh, there you go, love.
- Thanks, Mum. - Oh, read it later.
It's just a little something from me and your stepfather.
He's not my stepfather.
Apologize, Susan!
- Sorry, Deryl. - That's fine, so.
Right now, dig in.
We don't have all day.
The rerun of my show starts at eight.
Resistance. Sarah, you should watch it.
The War of Independence. Sure, it's your heritage.
Oh, I will! Oh, I'm so interested
in Irish history and literature.
Yeah, I really want to visit the, uh, Dublin Writers Museum.
Ah, sure, that's not what you came all this way for,
to see where Joyce took a piss once.
Why are you here?
Well, I... uh...
I'm actually, um, I'm trying to track down some family.
Um, I'm looking for my father.
You have an Irish father? God help ya.
Ah, would ya look at the size of that ring, Suzi?
Yup! Getting married in the fall.
Steve. Oh, he's amazing.
Yeah. We've, um, we've been together forever, so.
- High school sweethearts! - Oh...
Ah, Suzi had a fella once.
Oh, sorry... Partner.
That's what they call 'em, isn't it,
when they don't want to marry you? Gabe.
Like the angel Gabriel.
Oh, but he was great, Sare. Rich.
He had his own house, had his own car.
He took her on holiday!
But it didn't work out.
Well, I guess he wasn't the one.
It's not like he ever hit her, or anything.
Jesus Christ.
Not a word from him today, no, on your birthday?
Aw. Always unlucky in love, weren't we, Suzi?
Anyway, better to be gettin' married than to be living in sin
and destined for damnation.
Deryl, get the camera.
So, Sare, do the Jews have an afterlife?
We don't really. No.
Oh! So, where's your dad from?
Uh, it's... it's sort of a long story, but--
Sure, she's Jimmy's daughter.
(coughing)
What?
Yes, Suzi, your dirty daddy
- stuck it in an American. - Canadian.
Stuck it in some floozy.
My mother wasn't a floozy.
Is this a joke? (camera shutter clicking)
What the actual fuck is going on?
I will not have that kind of language in my house.
- Deryl, tell her. - Suzi...
Don't you fucking dare.
I thought you'd be pleased
you have a Jewish American sister.
Deryl, fuck off!
Please your sort.
I'm really so sorry. I only just found out myself.
- She only just told me! - You are un-fucking-believable.
I wouldn't be getting all dramatic.
Now, girls, there's probably a whole litter of you,
knowing what a good for nothing,
drunk as a skunk, waste of space your father was!
- What is your dad's name? - James Molloy.
Look, I'm really sorry for crying.
It's just been a really hard couple of months.
- (camera clicking) - Jesus fucking Christ!
You're all sick, fucked-up fuckers.
Fuck the lot of ya.
Suze, Suze, you have just a little chunk,
right there, on your tooth.
Jesus!
(door closing)
(sighing)
Oh, fuck.
(sighing)
Ah, Jesus.
Scabby bastards.
(sighing)
You know what to do. (beeping)
Hey! What a birthday!
Haven't stopped celebrating!
Where'd you escape to this morning, you dirty old man?
Listen, I'm heading to Mickey's Pub.
Buy a girl a birthday drink?
(sniffling)
Right. Cuppa tea?
How much is a pint of lager?
You know how much a pint of lager is.
Well, here's two euros.
There.
There's two euros worth.
Whatever happened to happy hour?
Ha! You're in it, love.
Come on! It's me birthday.
Welcome to 40.
Fuck you! I'm 37.
Could've fooled me.
You ever been to Canada?
Why? Are you thinking of emigrating?
I wish.
- Sláinte. - Sláinte.
(both exhaling)
- Happy Birthday. - Thanks, Mickey.
- (crying) - Steve.
I'm coming home.
What? You just got there. Did you find him?
No. This was a huge effing mistake.
No, I don't know where he is.
And everyone here is so crazy!
Where are you now?
No, I don't know where I am.
I'm on my way to the airport.
This was always going to be hard.
But you are the bravest person I know.
You want me to fly over?
'Cause just say the word and I am there.
No. No, that's okay.
You're so sweet.
You can do this. I believe in you.
Yeah. No, I... I can do this.
- 'Kay, "wuv woo." - Love you more.
I "wuv woo," too.
Okay.
(clears throat)
Hi, Sheryl?
Hi, it's Sare. Thank you for lunch.
It was delicious.
Can you please tell me where Suze might be?
There she is!
Such a sad little girl.
A bottle of merlot and whatever the lady requires to cheer herself up.
We only do colours here, Teddy.
Red or white. Nothin' else.
Red, Mickey. Red.
Jesus.
27.50. Please.
Oh, just...
(chuckling) Sorry, birthday girl.
- Looks like this one's on you. - Ah...
Are the sales a bit slow on the old
turd-shaped sculptures, then?
At the moment, I just care too much about art
to make art, ya know?
Alright.
Let's go.
A mystery.
A sublime mystery.
You're going to cop on to yourself.
You know you're far too good for that bollox.
Thanks, Mickey.
Listen, about the hotel room,
you're going to have to give me some cash.
Just... kiss me, you beautiful woman.
Come on.
(toy squeaking)
(moaning)
Come here... The hotel.
I don't have 300 euros to spend on mediocre sex.
I love it when you talk dirty.
Teddy, I'm fucking serious.
(soft music)
Hi. Sorry.
Um, I'm looking for Mickey's Pub?
Oh, right. Sorry.
- What can I get ya, love? - Oh, I don't really dr...
You know, could I get a whiskey?
Just a small double.
One small double, comin' up.
There.
Thank you so much.
Sorry, this is a bit random,
but do you know someone called Suze?
Looks a bit like me?
Oh, Jesus!
(moaning)
- Oh, God! - Fuck this!
- Nah, you need to pay up. - Ah, come on.
You can't just leave me like this.
My dick is going to explode!
Tough! You owe me.
- (stutters) - I gotta... finish.
- Come on. - Can't help you.
Ah, right.
(grunting)
Fuck's sake, Teddy.
What? This is your fault!
(moaning)
(train horn sounding)
Jesus!
(breathing heavily)
You better have a fuckin' tissue.
(breathing heavily)
Yeah, uh...
Here.
(breathing heavily)
(phone ringing) Oh, ah... Shh, shh...
(shushing)
(baby crying over phone) Yep!
- Where are you? - Yeah. I'm on my way.
- Don't forget the nappies. - Yeah. No worries, love.
Bye, bye, bye, buh-bye, bye, bye.
(exhaling)
Right.
I gotta shoot.
Take it easy, birthday girl.
No chance. You fucking owe me.
At least half. Come on!
I don't have it.
I'm really sorry.
I just don't have it.
Fucking loser.
(engine starting)
What the hell are you doing here?
Hi.
Look, I'm... I'm really sorry about earlier.
Your mum's a real character, isn't she?
- Look, do you know where he is? - Who?
My father... Our... Our father.
Please.
Look, I just want to know where...
who I came from, please.
Please, help me.
I thought I was an orphan.
I don't think they call it that in your thirties.
This is from him.
From James... Jimmy.
It says... it says he would do anything for me and my mum.
That he would swim the Atlantic if it meant he could see us.
Swim the Atlantic? Jesus Christ!
He wouldn't cross the road for ya.
I'm sorry, Canada, I have no idea where that fucker is.
I haven't seen him for years and the last time I did
he was stumbling over O'Connell Bridge
and he looked like he'd pissed himself.
Listen, if I were you, I'd tour the Guinness factory,
go see Stephen's Green,
maybe check out the leprechaun museum,
and then turn around and go home.
At least you know I'm not American!
Would you wait?
I... Wait!
Thank you. Sorry. Bye!
Wait a second!
Wait! Can you please just... just wait a second?!
Please!
I have no idea where I am!
Can I just... can I come back to yours and call a cab?
I'm sorry that we have the same effing dad,
but this isn't my fault.
(screaming)
Is that...
Is that your stuff?
Fuck!
(crying)
I'm really sorry.
You could always...
You could come stay with me.
(laughing) What?
You're the only one who can help me.
And I have an extra pullout couch thingie.
I've got the address in here somewhere for the Airbnb.
Had ya down for a fancy hotel.
I wanted an authentic Irish experience.
- (laughing) - Well, you're getting one.
Uh...
Here, show us that address?
Please?
Fine.
One night.
(phone ringing)
Do you want to get that?
Nah.
Weird number.
Right.
This way.
- What's your name again? - Sare.
Suze.
♪ I met my love ♪
♪ By the gasworks wall ♪
♪ Dreamed a dream by the old canal ♪
♪ I kissed my girl by the factory wall ♪
♪ Dirty old town ♪